His thumb traced my bottom lip. Slow. Burning. Like he owned the right to touch me like this. Like I was already his, and he knew it.
I jerked my face away. My chest rose, quick and panicked.
“Stop it,” I whispered.
But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t.
His other hand braced the wall beside my head, caging me there. His body heat rolled over me, tightening the knot in my stomach until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Say it,” Alex murmured, voice low, rough, coaxing. “Who the hell do you think I’m in love with?”
I bit my lip, hard. My throat burned. My heart cracked, splintering right there in my chest.
“Don’t play stupid,” I whispered. “You know who. You call her name in your sleep.”
His brow furrowed—sharp. Confused. Angry.
He bit my ear, nuzzling into my neck. “Unless you speak
